Eli had been sent out to run a few errands. Even those who frequented Knockturn Alley needed to peruse Diagon Alley from time to time. His arms were wrapped around a basket that included some food, some nice bits of parchment, and a couple miscellaneous parcels whose contents he wasn't sure of.

It had been quite some time since he had completed his tasks, and he now found himself aimlessly wandering about, just taking in the general holiday hubbub and decorations. It was all so magical in its own way that he found himself transfixed.

While staring at a rather enchanting display of a miniature Hogwarts Express, decked out in holly, flying behind a pane of glass, he felt someone collide with him. His basket caught the brunt of it, and he fumbled about to catch it, but it ended up clattering to the ground.

Without looking up, he hurriedly gathered everything back into his arms before turning to stare at the pregnant belly that he was practically eye level with. His gaze drifted up to the woman's face, and he gave her a noncommittal sort of shrug. Perhaps, he was used to being trod upon. After all, he was a scrawny waif of a child who made such little noise; it was fairly easy to not realize he was even there at all.